New political project "Brain Cells" Update~

Started working on my next political piece. Called "Brain Cells" starting on January 20th 2017 it will start counting the number of brain cells lost because of the sheer stupidity of Trump and his cabinet of nitwits.

It's a complicated one with 32 Nixie tubes (digital before digital existed), three Ardunio boards to control everything and connect to the internet. Several hundred feet of wire, two power supplies and a few hundred chips, capacitors and resistors.
The Ardunio boards will "listen" to the internet for Trump tweets, his surrogates tweets, check for honesty and deduct brain cells from the count. 

Top portion has 18 tubes which represent our brain cells, bottom is the date, and the last row is a 24 hour count down clock.

I hope to have programming complete so it can be turned on, on Inauguration Day.

Let's see how many are left after four years of Trump!

Here are a couple update images, still waiting for 16 circuit boards and a few other materials. 

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What if...

What if the universe is nothing more then the rapid expansion of a supernova, the galaxies we see are nothing more then clumps of atomic matter, the planets molecules, life the result of atoms being blasted out from the inside of a star?  Just as a supernova collapses the universe must also collapse at some point. 

The fact is that we now have dark matter, dark energy to contend with, the expansion is not only real but increasing.  Seemingly with out explanation.  I contend that black holes are like the drain on your laundry tube.  That they (like your drain) will take in as much material as they can and every once and a while we will see the drain get over come with material, thus producing eminence jets of energy, in your drain you see it as a burp of water backing up. 

While the energy emitted from a burping black hole is on a grand scale the amount of energy that is never seen again is so much more grand.  I think this energy, material is providing the seeds for other universes on the other side of that black hole. The dark energy that is causing our universe to expand at in creasing rates is the vacuum of space increasing because the black hole is like a giant drain, the suction of material passing through it is doing so at an increasing rate thus expanding the universe in an ever increasing rate. 

There will come a time when this energy will dissipate and our universe will cease to expand, there will be no more dark energy, there will be no more food for the black holes to use.  Our universe will then collapse back onto itself or should I say into itself.  It will collapse just as a star does, our entire universe crushed to the size of our own sun. 

Food for thought!

Life under the glistening tree

Life under the glistening tree,
is a place meant for you and me,
it is where we laid on the blanket by the sea,
when birds flew against a blue sky that we could see.

Things are less defined now that time has gone,
the thing we were sure of, the things we desired,
are but a memory under the glistening tree.

There was a time when the universe carried us along,
now we sit alone singing different songs,
memories of the glistening tree are proud,
though our real lives have gotten lost in the crowd.

Turmoil was once not thought of under our tree,
those were the days when I would have taken a knee,
to have known you as I thought I did,
would have been a blue sky under the glistening tree.

Years later the tree has dimmed,
thoughts still linger in my mind,
but my feelings have turned grim,
under the glistening tree my voice was strong and true,
now it crumbles as sure as the sky is blue.

Sitting under the glistening tree,
we see a life by the wide open sea,
one that opens heart and mind,
though now I have left it all behind,
sitting under the glistening tree.

Time

Time has no bounds, no limits

Time will tare the most durable structures down

Time makes for a long nights walk, and enduring love

Time makes enemies, and it heals all wounds

Time is space and space is time.

This incredible structure, I wonder how many lives it has seen pass,

were there young lovers caught in its passage?

The cannons still standing with war like pride,

the holes in the walls where ornaments were hung to hide.

An incredible journey this building has been through enemies fought, battles won.

This building stands amongst the beauty and serenity of the sea yet fills our minds with death or protection.

Wars fought, battles won.

Hearts falling in love,

new life begun,

time has no meaning for the walls of this old ruin,

though it exists in time and space,

the eventuality of time will have won…

Time has no bounds, no limits

Time will tear the most durable structures down

Time makes for a long nights walk, and enduring love

Time make enemies, heals all wounds

Time is space and space is time.

The beauty of this photograph will exist only because it is observed,

photographed, memorized and passed down to many generations.

The beauty of the building will decay with time,

will turn to dust and then be reborn as new.

Because time heals all wounds,

Makes hearts pound with love.

Time is space and space is time…